#the cat in the hat comes back

[elijones94]

🍰 “Do you know where I found him? You know where he was? He was eating cake in the tub! Yes he was! The hot water was on and the cold water too. And I said to the cat, “What a bad thing to do!” “But I like to eat cake in a tub,” laughed the cat. “You should try it some time,” laughed the cat as he sat.”~ The Cat In The Hat Comes Back, 1958 🐾 ����

[penspagesandpulses]

Rating books by their huggableness

I’m a book hugger. Whenever I’m upset, I will hug the nearest book. Why? For one, it is more socially acceptable to bring a book to school than your favorite teddy bear or baby doll. Also, there are a surprising number of people who aren’t willing to give hugs to those in need, so hugging books can help in case of hugging emergency! In my experience, some books are more huggable than others, and…

[mysticalcats]

opera populaire jenny because i desperately want to see this non rep 💔

[54625]

I think I miss Ramon

[exoscreamsoda]

exo are 2 sec away from acting out fanfiction plots in this season of exo ladder

interlocking and holding a heart was not on my 2023 exo list, especially not with CHANBAEK of all exo ships.

chanyeol begging for a couple photo with kyungsoo was also not on my list...

the infamous "theres only one bed" fanfiction plot is not a punishment for chanyeol !!

im not sure what to even say about this... i guess he really is a catboy.

[keggsdov]

freckles n such

[cfrog]

LEDD Labs does not condone pranking birthday children.

[oscarpiastriwdc]

[okkalo]

neuvillette is making me feel things i’ve never felt before

[wildflowercryptid]

i've already latched onto dogen as my resident blorbo kiddo in psychonauts so of course the gears in my head are already spinning for what i think he'd be like in his teen & adult years. i wanna see him happy and healthy and also get that pet his parents promised him.

[todostiddies]

cried

THEY MADE IT TO NATIONALS

[bookwyrminspiration]

OKAY SO LIKE. YOU KNOW HOW A LOT OF ANIMATED SHOWS AND STORIES EXIST. AND A LOT OF THEM ARE ABOUT CHILDHOOD AND COMING OF AGE RIGHT. AND THEY ALL HANDLE THIS GORGEOUSLY AND THEY ALSO HANDLE MATURE THEMES BEAUTIFULLY AND THINGS LIKE THE OWL HOUSE ARE INCREDIBLE FOR THAT. HOWEVER. SUCKS IN BREATH. AMPHIBIA. it's a classic fantasy story girl gets sucked into amphibian world where there are frogs and toads and salamanders and it is like. this big colorful fun escapist world and yet also class differences and this kid learning to be a better person and her friends learning to be better people (<- also the main character, anne, is thai which is one of the coolest things i've ever seen. more southeast asian people in art represent) and LIKE MANY children's shows it gets progressively darker as it goes on. but. it never loses its goofiness. and its love and earnestness and weirdness of when you are a kid in that middle school to high school transitional stage. and in the end the kids have to go home and grow up, and live their lives in the world they were trying to escape. and like. tater and i were talking privately about a bunch of stuff that happened during the peak pandemic era in regards to personal life & also kotlcblr as a whole and how much of a support system it was for us in the sense of like. it being this safe place for us to come and be silly and also have A Talk when we needed it and then how a lot of people kind of aged out for it and then i went OOF. OW. TATER. ISN'T THAT LIKE THE SHOW THAT I JUST FINISHED WATCHING AND U HAVE BEEN RAVING ABOUT FOREVER

I LOVE intertextuality and connection and recurring themes about the human condition and life and growing and how we tell the same stories through different lenses and the love that goes into it all.

2020 keepblr was such a retreat, this whole other world full of such enthusiasm and energy and companionship. for that brief window in time (it was like 2 years ish but compared to eternity) all of our lives crossed paths and we were all so present and important to each other. homework sucked and a lot of life sucked and we were learning who we were a lot of us (not that that's a process that ever stops, but early teen years especially have some shit going on) and had this place to go without fear of judgement--at least not the same as irl judgement. it was so supportive!! there was so much engagement with everything and everyone it was glorious

and it's so surreal to watch people move on. because like...that's what happens a lot of the time. we outgrow our younger interests as we age, we spend our time on different things. we cannot hold onto this moment forever and truly it would be unfair to ourselves to try, to keep us there. sometimes the point of something is for it to be impermanent.

i don't know if i'm making any sense but you get it! the themes! the past! the growing up!

[theenderwalker]

i keep staying up like . way too late crocheting

[depresseddepot]

I keep telling myself I'm going to FINISH the games that I start but I just keep buying and starting new ones

[hballegro]

writing abt a traumatic day and the word-salad of thoughts hawkeye has afterwards

with this one trick you too can effectively write what its like when you are trying to recall the day's events with a faulty working-memory as a symptom of ptsd;

unmedicated adhd

[aeraminth]

fluff - mention of sex + marriage + pregnancy - 700 wc //

“good mornin’ sweetheart.”

caleb brushes hair out of your face, watching the sunlight’s rays shimmer on your cheekbones and decorate your lips with radiance. you slowly adjust to the morning sun, your eyes trailing to the clock on the nightstand. it’s set a few minutes early—something your husband can’t find out about, or else he’d be late every time he stops to kiss you before he leaves.

you’re a few minutes ahead of schedule, and caleb’s ready to savor all of it. he marvels at the adoration in your eyes, and the way they flutter shut when his hand reaches out to cup your cheek. he can’t tear his eyes away from how you lean into his touch, your bodies tangled under the blanket as you let him hold you without fear.

it makes his heart beat a little faster, and he feels his ribcage tighten with the sight of your loving gaze only for him. you reach out to fix some of the hair that threatens to obstruct his line of sight, and he can’t help but fall even deeper for you the more you dote on him. he sees the glint of your wedding band sparkle in the sun, and he wonders what you'll look like as a mother. in due time, caleb thinks.

“you should get up—big day ahead of you, colonel.” you like to use the nickname on him sometimes, and it’s his reminder that you trust him to protect you. and as your husband, he’s devoted to doing just that.

he murmurs under the early glow of the day, not wanting to ruin the gentle domesticity of his time with you. “keep sleeping, love. i’ll get ready.”

he knows that you won’t listen. he knows that you still slip out of bed, often with his shirt or a thin robe on, meeting him in the shared bathroom of your home to place a slow, meaningful kiss on his shoulder blade. he knows that you’ll sometimes tell him to lean down, taking the comb from his hands to fix the yanking and tousling to his hair from the night before. you pay the memory of intimacy no mind, but caleb’s cheeks dust pink and his mind strays to darker places when remembers the way your body responds to him, completely jelly in his strong arms.

you slip away to the kitchen, getting a glass of water and opening the blinds to welcoming the light into the living space. before he gets dressed, however, he makes sure to flip a stack of three golden pancakes, smeared with apple jam and oozing with honey. with a kiss on his cheek and compliment to his cooking from you, caleb retreats to your room, coming out minutes later with two things in his hand.

it’s ritualistic, how you grin at him with that utterly heart-wrenching smile of yours and take quiet steps in your slippers to reach for his tie. a loop here, and a couple tugs and tucks later, he’s all set, the fabric perfectly in place as you put on the pin from the fleet as a final touch.

“and your hat, colonel.” you say softly, reaching for it. he lets you run your fingers through his hair (as if he doesn’t already let you do anything else you want to him) and secure the cap, taking a step back to give him one last final look.

his gaze holds a softness only reserved for you, one that you can never resist as you lean up to kiss him before he leaves. you’re carefully not to mess up your hard work, so instead of pulling at the collar of his white button up like how you do when you undress him, your hands loop around his neck. you only pull away to push at his nose teasingly, smiling once again to tell him he needs to hurry. “can’t be late again because of me. you can only tell the fleet you were saving a cat so many times before they start to question things.”

with mirth in his laughter, he chuckles quietly—so so enamored and amazed and in love with you.

“come home early this time, yeah?” and your voice is hopeful, your cheeks warm with embarrassment from asking so much from him.

“always, sweetheart.” and caleb never breaks a promise.